these are the sceneries of joy,
so there is no controlling in such times, I swear.
when the path itself is wayward,
why should I not walk waywardly myself?
this evening has come in my life,
bringing the times of love.

even that time would be strange,
when she'd come close to me.
some time, she'd take her arm off from me,
and some time, she'd just laugh and embrace me.
she'd go crazy in my arms,
with real and fake excuses...

when I see these springs, and lovely sceneries,
I swear I feel like
she is there standing opposite to me,
with her veil removed and kohl in her eyes,
with stories of youngh nights,
inside bowed eyelids, overloaded with shyness...